Arrows

Why would you do that little winged one?
Demanding the arrow you shot to be returned.
I refused. I raged against it. It was true and good and joyful.
And now what sorcery have you wield?
To put me on the receiving end of a cold shoulder which seems to suck the warmth I have left.
"What have I done to displease you,you feckless thug?"
What?